How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony

How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
Many a heart in despair
And rays of hope disappear
Through changing weather patterns
Visible to see
And by the way, my best friend is called irony

Our animals, our planet
Cry out with happy hearts
Not adapting quickly enough
To survive
Desperate to keep themselves alive
What we see is a sweet catastrophe
And by the way, my best friend is called irony.